[Intro]
This is a Melo beat

[Verse 1: SJ]
Ay, I'm running man down with my stamina, high
I ain't running out of breath this time
Now his tracksuits ruined for throwing gang signs
Last time they saw me in the nine
4 man got juiced 2 of them were mine
Next time you try to drive on the line
Keep your foot on the gas and don't think twice
About ride in the nizz are you bunning spice
Imma wet man down bare blood on Ez
Wet a man down like man don't care
Hold on bro this beef ain't fair
Think another opp boy got put in the air
Another opp boy got put in the spliff
I love it when this shotgun kicks
This PR be holding six
But I can't risk the clip save 2 for the pigs

[Verse 2: LR]
I done jumped out of the whip trying to fill him with led
No shanks out tryna make him join his friend
He got chinged by 3 of my men
But I got no clue how this yute ain't dead
My man talks about stabbing up chests
While they're wearing a vest what a fucking mess
Make some sense of who you cheff
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Trap mash doing up trips for the bread
On my birthday was dishing out pebs
His friend dropped so we got him instead
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Chat on tracks talk on snap
But we ripped through their friends now they're talking void
Lurk round there dem man get flamed
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[Verse 3: Double Lz]
Run slow, get caught, get drenched
Hop out the ride with this 15 inch
I'm eager to bore mans chest
And I did that broad day chinging
I should of gave him 3 in his head
And now the opp block waving blades
Shh got shanked and left for dead
Opp block jump out and waving a skeng
Nobody can tell me about glides
Been over there with waps on peds
Rusty nine and a 125 so I suggest you don't run out of breath
Four opps got window chinged
We made grown men start screaming like skets
Run for your life get caught get stretched
I gave him 3 and my ramz don't bend

[Verse 4: Kwengface]
Ay, brown skin girl gotta tap that
Man's hands off so a man double wrap that
Slap them kittens zedds in and bag that
Light two step let a man have that
See him posting racks on Snapchat
Me and P not bro let me have that
I was so damn low I couldn't hack that
Had to get off my arse go trapmash
Check that scoreboard man it's awful
Lemme do up your man got got
They act normal, they ain't normal
How you still rap when your boy got shot
[?] weapon got chopped
Still getting love from my pagan thot
I could talk about these traps all day but I'd rather talk bout guap(Ay, Ay)
[Verse 4: Shaysqueeze]